The mask didn't really bother him. Not really. It reminded him a little of plague doctors, but it didn't bother him. He squeezed Sandy's shoulder once his boots were on, and he climbed out of the driver's seat, patting the door on the way. "We'll be back later. How are you feeling?"

"I am much better. Thank you."

"Good. You keep recharging." And then he was holding his hand out for Sandy to take. It was a bit of a walk from where they were to an elevator.